I love Sundays. I wake up early but I roll around in bed until I feel ready to get up. I go for long walks with my dogs without my cell phone. I do things around the house, read and write and most often don’t when the phone rings I let my answering service pick up.

I usually make something special to eat midday and unlike every other day, have a glass of wine before night sets in.

Sunday is my day of solitude. It’s a day I pamper myself with enough time to sit in the yard and watch the birds drink from my Buddha fountain. In my solitude I find renewal. In my solitude I find myself.